Success In Humiliation Anonymous

It was May 3, 2007, a warm, bright day. Every field was filled with blooming flowers and all the trees were covered with lime green leaves; everything seemed beautiful and normal besides this madness. I was in the back seat of a police car that had picked me up at my school. All I could see ahead of me were the metal cage and a busy hand of the police officer who was constantly typing something in his laptop while driving. Embarrassing. Humiliating. These two words kept ringing in my ears during my entire ride. Seriously, who rides in a police car just because she missed her stupid school bus?

I had been in America for only three months at that time, yet I was doing well in my school. I worked hard, received fairly good grades, socialized with people, and earned a good reputation with teachers; I seemed to achieve all these things despite the wall of language differences. However, those accomplishments were meaningless in front of the harsh reality; the bus was gone, my phone service was suspended, and no one was going to give me a ride. After thirty minutes of desperate wandering in my school, I finally went to a reception assistant lady for help, but the situation did not improve. As the time went by, I became hysterical, and...